Bully

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Thank you everybody for coming out tonight
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 Please be seated
 Yeah, you're welcome
 Ugh, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking go apeshit
 If one more person say that word that rhymes with
 Shut up, shut your fucking mouth
 Geez, I'm getting out this fucking house
 These assholes are driving me insane
 I'm on caution, 24 hours, seven days, a week
 Seen eyes through the lies of these
 Crude, crazed young crackers in white sheets
 Somewhere along the line, I lost my contacts
 Somewhere between the calm and the bomb threats
 Tiger blood, tiger blood, on my way to Michigan
 I stopped in Jamaica and found my daddy's certificate
 Eight four dash six one
 'Fro like a panther, eyes like the sun
 Pretty baby boy, yeah I knew you wasn't one
 When I tried to give you milk and you reached for my gun
 My son
 Daddy, are you here?
 I know it's been a long time but
 I miss you
 I hope you miss me too
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 I hope that you grow up to be a preacher
 And tell these dumbass niggas about Jesus (yeah)
 Your body is a temple, so no ink, honey
 Got a laughing man tattoo, it cost me all my tax money
 Ugh, my arm sleeve, my jeans tight (word)
 I follow niggas like twitter, only in real life (ugh)
 I'm a robot (yeah)
 Do what I'm programmed (ugh)
 The army said that I could be all I could be
 So I figured (what)
 I'd just be anybody but me (word)
 Soaking in the pressure of adolescence, I can't see
 But neither could Ray and he played keys (ugh)
 So did Stevie but goddamn, nigga, they never had direct TV
 Distractions, motherfucker passing
 I just wanna play some Red Faction (yeah)
 Damn, in 2050 I'll be 60
 Probably begging god to forgive me like
 Jesus, I didn't mean to push your buttons
 And even when I pressed them
 I swear I never meant it
 I got my whole life to live
 Why the fuck you give me kids?
 Guess I'll try to fake through it
 I didn't really mean to make you
 I just, uh, was trying to get a nut in
 Now I'm a husband
 Damn
 Daddy, are you here?
 I know it's been a long time but
 I miss you
 I hope you miss me too
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 Story of my life
 Every chick I ever dated either cheated
 Or told me that I was way too damn nice to ever be called worthy
 That's around the time I started fucking these white chicks
 And hanging up my phone on these black bitches, they worthless
 No, I ain't never been a bitch
 I mean what I do
 If you got a fucking problem, solve it or fuck you
 I'm a legend in my head, an icon
 These not-so-bright MCs hear my name and cut the lights on
 Put emphasis on talent
 Cause I work too hard to have some hipster say
 I sound like some Mogwai album
 Pop another valium on the way to the whip
 To those kids that ain't heard of KISS
 I'm like, bitch, this ain't no indie-pop mister
 Hip hop is all I know
 You wanna be trendy?
 Well, catch a fucking Deerhunter show
 You just another extra in a fucked up family role
 Wanna be a rapper, daddy was a no-show
 I know, I know, yeah, you too
 Now everybody wanna be the next Boy Blue
 No, I'm not impressed by your impressive collection of, uh
 Indie-pop hits from 1997
 No, I didn't vote for Obama in the election
 No, I don't think America plotted nine-eleven
 Yes, I'm a freak, no, my daddy didn't love me
 Now turn around and give me all your goddamn lunch money
 Motherfucker, run them shits